For @bcrnagain con't from HERE.
Henry was a gentleman when he had to be, which was most of the time. Sure, there had been occasions when he made the first move, but mostly he was happy to see where the other person's interest lay. Given the green light is when his inner slut came out. Once given permission to act on these feelings, he'd make himself clear and jump at the opportunity.
Issac seemed nervous, and Henry wanted to calm those nerves and let him know that he felt exactly the same way. Issac was so sweet, and kind, and incredibly attractive; he'd be a fool to say 'no' to a kiss from someone like him.
He gave himself over to the kiss, which went on for as long as his breath could bare, before he reluctantly parted their lips. But he didn't stray too far, and pressed his forehead against Issac's. "Goddamn, I knew you'd be an amazing kisser." And not to mention the way Issac had automatically given in and laid hands on Henry's hips.
There was little room between them, and since Henry was only wearing what he usually did around the house, a pair of track pants and a t-shirt, his hardness was unavoidable as he stiffened while they kissed. If that didn't make his attraction obvious than nothing would.
"Or is this to distract me because you're losing at the game?" He smiled and captured Issac's mouth again, not really giving him time to answer the rhetorical, and only wanting Issac's mouth on him again. A low groan leaving Henry in the process as he throbbed beneath his pants.
